Guest Author: D. V. Stone

Hi, Vicky, thanks so much for having me here today. I want to share with you a thought on inspiration. The why could be the most poignant source of inspiration. All around us, the world is full of pain, loss, and sorrow. Over ten years ago, this hit close to home. My dear sister, to who Rainbow Sprinkles is dedicated, called me. The tragedy in her voice broke my heart as she told me her husband was dead. At forty years of age, he had a heart attack and died. There’s much more to the story, but this is not a to bring you down type of sharing. What I want to say is she never gave up. She kept looking for rainbows in her own life. Yes, there were many storms, but instead of letting them blow her around, she held fast to her kids and weathered them. Though Gloriana Jones is in no way biographical, my sweet sister is the inspiration for a story about heartache and loss, but ultimately she finds her happily ever after. My sister has found her way and is in a long-term relationship with her own Nathan James.

After the storm come the rainbows.

Rainbow Sprinkles

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Blurb

Retired and widowed Gloriana Jones is forging on with the plans she and her late husband dreamed of—bringing joy and happiness, one ice cream cone at a time, to Lake Unami. But bad weather is drowning her dream. A trip to Upstate NY is bittersweet for Nathan James. He is excited to see his first granddaughter but without his wife he’s lonely. When his car breaks down, he heads to the only light he can see, an ice cream shop. With aid from a heavenly source, electricity sparks, but will the two weather the summer storms and find love a second time? Or will their hopes and dreams melt away?

Excerpt

“Do you mind if I wait until the tow truck gets here?” He plucked the wet shirt away from his chest with the long fingers of one tanned hand. “It must be electrical, even the radio stopped working.”

“No, you’re welcome to hang around as long as you need.” Gloriana riffled through a cardboard box under the counter, pulled out an extra-large t-shirt, and tossed it to him. “Here you go. The restroom is through there.”

Mr. Gorgeous beamed a perfect toothy smile. “Thanks. I’ll be right back.”

When he disappeared into the hallway, and the door clicked shut, Gloriana fanned her face. What the hot fudge was wrong with her? “Coffee. Make coffee.”

Bio

Author A CroppedHi, my name is D. V. Stone. I am a multi-genre author of two independently published books. Felice, Shield-Mates of Dar is a fantasy romance. Agent Sam Carter and the Mystery at Branch Lake is a mid-grade paranormal. Recently, Rock House Grill was released by Wild Rose Press. I also host Welcome to the Campfire and A Peek Through the Window, both weekly blogs. Here’s a little more about me.

Born in Brooklyn, D.V. Stone has moved around a bit and even lived for a time on a dairy farm in Minnesota before moving back east. Throughout her wandering, she always considered herself a Jersey Girl. She met and married the love of her life, Pete—a lifelong Jersey Man, and moved this time to Sussex County. They live with Hali, a mixed breed from the local shelter and their cat Baby.

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Other Books by D. V. Stone

Rock House Grill  – One man’s choices. One woman’s Impact

Felice, Shield-Mates of Dar – One foolish thought. One brutal act. Instead of a peaceful alliance––war.

Agent Sam Carter and the Mystery at Branch Lake – A Mid-grade paranormal

Contributing Author: Australia Burns

 

 

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